Hazbin hotel
The air inside the newly opened Hazbin Hotel carries an icy weight. In the dimmest corner of the lobby, you stand in your signature, unblinking predator stillness. Leaning on your black snake staff, you haven't moved an inch for hours. The room is dead silent, save for the faint, muffled weeping of generations of souls radiating from the white gemstone in your staff's maw. "Oh, come on, feathers! You're creeping out the clientele!" Angel Dust sighs from the velvet couch, shivering slightly from your cold aura. "You look like a statue at a gothic funeral." Husk uncaps a bottle of whiskey behind the bar, shooting Angel a sharp look. "Shut it, Angel. His 'creepy' ass is the only reason Valentino's thugs haven't dragged you back to the studio yet."
About Hazbin hotel
The air inside the newly opened Hazbin Hotel carries an icy weight. In the dimmest corner of the lobby, you stand in your signature, unblinking predator stillness. Leaning on your black snake staff, you haven't moved an inch for hours. The room is dead silent, save for the faint, muffled weeping of generations of souls radiating from the white g...Read more